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My only pope
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When I close my eyes and the bass beats
then my five senses become a reality.
The snare collides with my heartbeat.
I breathe along with each strike of the drumstick.
The six strings seduce my hips.
They make me shiver with the movement of the pick.
The cymbals clash sounds like a storm
and I feel the freshness of the strokes like they were drops.
BREATHE THE MUSIC!
The miscegenation of the keys:
sued by the body for attempting to bewitch.
And sometimes words the song doesn’t need
and other times they say exactly how I feel.
A slight vibration of the reed can be as sensual as the moment of a kiss.
Such a small thing as a mouthpiece
defies my eardrums and extol the wild in me.
And when they play all together my whole body trembles
and I feel like I’m better than ever.
The rhythm takes over, I’m no longer sober
and music results in a hangover.
It poisons my feelings, my life becomes thrilling
and I have no choice but to believe in
the words of the solo like a god to follow,
a blessing that drives away the sorrow.
It’s my ray of hope, the music is my only pope,
my blood, my veins. All my restraints
are lifted from the moment I press the button play.
It’s the essence of my faith.
It’s the one that sets the pace.
It’s the map out of the maze.
It’s the brightness in the haze.
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Compliments
05:00
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Compliments are what you seek
but compliments you won’t get from me
‘cause every time they look at you,
they make you feel like your dreams came true
and your ego then rumbles like an echo in the brothel.
You will sweet talk with humble words and cane them like puppies.
You’re no queen but a whore on a throne.
What went wrong? I don’t care anymore.
What went wrong? The choice made me strong.
What went wrong? It was time to say “so long”.
Was it wrong? For sure the answer’s no.
Foolishness is what brought me
here but foolishness also set me free.
Your lack of care, your thirst for more,
the wish to have everything you want.
Now some douchebags surround you with that lecherous perfume.
You will give them your honey in exchange for their money.
I was there. I was once your slave.
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The shortest trial
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The attorney said that guilt itself
was something that he couldn’t care less for.
With no evidence, the judge hand-picked.
The guilty one happens to be me!
The jury are fools so they all agreed.
The prosecutor didn’t say a thing.
The pleader begged but did not succeed.
The shortest trial that a man has seen.
Locked up in a cage with no door,
lying on the floor like a dog
with no wings and no place to go,
sustained by mere hope.
Digging tunnels with just a spoon,
hoping the exit would show up soon.
There’s no file to smooth this cocoon.
The butterfly is doomed!
A man with no concerns, will he ever know when to take a stand?
A man with no better plan will be overcome by his luck someday.
A man that don’t depend on others can’t really be a man.
A man who forgets himself doesn’t really know what is at stake.
A man would never understand injustice, he’d put it to an end.
A man would always try to make this world a better place
so never turn around, you’ve never seen enough.
Don’t let go, just hold on. Fight for your mind and fight for your soul.
The witness came but she looked scared,
trembling with fear, drowning in tears
and like a snitch she told ’em everything.
She was supposed to be defense for me!
Then the guards came and they threw me away.
The handcuffs were tight. I was losing my faith.
The moment I saw myself as the warden himself
I knew I was guilty. I knew I was to blame.
Now you know that time is fair. It put you in jail. Is your key even there?
There is a fine line to cross. If you cross it now you will fall, you will break.
Break the law and try to find some peace in your mind. Find some guts.
You’re the moral judge.
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Out of nowhere
04:41
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Lights fade while driving back to my place.
The signs got dark, I can barely see them.
Maybe it is time to rest from what I know,
maybe I just wanna stay in this new world.
“Silence and ease” is where I’m heading
but I’m tired of it.
Long is the journey to where I’m going
but I don’t know if it’s the place where my dreams belong.
It came right out of nowhere the strange desire for change
and like a wicked virus infected what I am.
It wants to break all the bonds that I loved so much
and put aside all those things like friends and loved ones,
change what it means to be my old self
to become someone new who is someone else.
No pain, no gain. That’s for sure!
Once the change is made there’s no going
back to the place where you started.
You’ve got to live with that no matter what will happen.
You decided.
Time to comply.
And at these crossroads I flip a coin to see what happens before it falls.
Head or tails? I don’t know what to say.
So while I’m waiting my future’s fate
the fear I feel makes my skin crawl…
Waiting till it falls.
Now I know the right choice but it can also be wrong.
No! There’s no point in not going to the place I wanna go.
The road is so hard yet, I’m going so far
so don’t dare to say you’re sorry when the adversity takes over.
So I can say that I did my best in leaving the nest, flying.
So I can say that I am to blame if things go to hell, crying.
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A handless clock
05:26
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Tears falling down from your eyes like a river that flows through time.
A defile between us and a fall I cannot survive.
Asteroids pouring down but my umbrella will keep you dry.
Like a handless clock, an infinite amount of hours are gone
‘cause time goes by so fast whenever I’m with you.
The soil where I bloom it’s been watered
by the blood that you once poured.
There’s no wind that can put all my roots out of the ground
and the sound while it blows
keeps reminding me that song you used to sing when I was young.
Lullabies from your mouth kept me dreaming in a haven of rest
while the darkness engulfed the dreams you had and gave up
just to light up the path that was my life.
Pain in disguise as a spy to find out where it really hurts.
A masquerade, good to hide the sad faces of those who cry.
Meteorites shatter while the last breath makes the eyes go blind.
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My confessions
06:08
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I was born on a cold night. My mom died in childbirth.
My father never forgot, he put the blame on me.
My brother was an asshole, I know I meant nothing to him.
Raised by the babysitter, it was like I was her own kid.
The days in the boarding school gave me the chance to grow up
and then I decided I had endured enough.
I was in love so I escaped to meet the love of my life
but in the end, I don’t know how, I ended up fighting a war.
These are my confessions of the life that I’ve had,
full of rejections and changes of heart,
with countless lovers and friends that stabbed me in the back.
The man I am now means nothing if I dare to forget the past.
I moved to a brand new town trying to fulfil my dreams.
With perseverance and guts I climbed to the peak
but when you’re rich and famous the fall is what you don’t see.
I tried to walk a tightrope, my balance didn’t agree.
It didn’t agree so I lost control
I strove intermittently and with considerable courage
to forget about things like the momentum of my emotions
but I wasn’t successful against this insidious force
that operates when you love and then nullifies you.
Then the witch-hunt came and I had to emigrate.
They were times of change.
Pursued and then pointed as evil I had to escape, living in a living hell.
All my dreams collided with reality. There’s no place for me.
Friends turned their backs on me just like I was a stray dog.
I hit the road outta here.
I stayed afloat by knowing what’s important,
looking on the bright side of life.
The saying “different strokes for different folks”
helped me to realize that
life is a breeze but there’s no need to jump the gun.
Put the burdens on the scales and then decide what steps to take.
I became obsessed with goals I knew I’d never reach
but doesn’t mean that I regret all those things I did.
I hid where no one would seek, imprisoned in my thoughts,
chased by the ghost of the past. My life will just go on
but while I face the dead road, let me present this once more:
these are my new confessions, my dreams and doubts now are yours.
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Change the certainty for uncertainty,
a sense of security against all the tragedies.
Risk is a fantasy. Your incredulity?
A lack of morality leads every vanity
but fundamentally bad luck will always be
a piece of reality, a great tireless enemy.
The probability of getting rid of this piece
happens to be slim. Not like infinity.
Give up any hope that there is any chance
‘cause this thing we call life the debts will not pay up.
Blows of filthy luck remind all the time
that randomness impounds what is rightfully ours.
It’s hard to understand unbalance is what reigns
with a disordered law, an untidy control.
The wish to provide a future with no pain: a castle in Spain.
I’m the one reminding the others that nothing is certain,
the rogue element, the array of catastrophes.
I’m the loss adjuster that negates all the promises made,
all of your confidence. This is my metier.
Life’s a lottery, a gamble literally.
Savages learn to live in a society hazardous in the extreme,
fighting steadily. Any eventuality threatens tranquillity,
rejects civility, bolsters misanthropy.
Jungles of agony, wildness and idiocy.
A maxim, a primary responsibility: human condition is egocentricity.
Life’s not made that way, no holes for the escape,
no hints, no clues to help, no button to reset.
However much we seem to have it under control
the path always has risks not taken into account.
In the secret places of our souls we know for sure
the outcome of this brawl just cannot be foretold.
You may anticipate before being misled but this will not prevent…
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8. |
Bittersweet
05:31
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Do you remember when I loved you?
Well, if you do, then you’re lucky ‘cause I don’t know
if it was true or just a thought or if it was my fantasy…
Maybe it was a dream.
What I remember is them saying it was bittersweet.
I got the bitter, there’s no sweet for me.
Sour flavors my tongue savored.
A pleasing taste is all I need.
And looking at the past the future doesn’t seem so bright.
Hoist the anchor, it is time. The sails have been struck.
The clouds of the sky will vanish. The wind will blow away your anguish.
You thought you lost your chance. She shut the door right in your face.
It’s not the end of the game if you have the will to play.
Just don’t take some things for granted, keep walking,
you’ll be rewarded.
Forget the honey, it’s sweet but someday it will taste funny.
Step by step love goes bitter in the end.
The sooner you realize that the past will not come back
the better you’ll feel, the lighter you’ll fly.
The answer you seek will be clarified.
All burdens will be burnt out!
Tear down the walls that lock up your mind,
go through the hole to the world on the other side,
take a deep breath and then rest ‘cause you’ve earned the right to cry…
All the misery’s gone.
Something has changed and you know that it’s for the best.
The past mistakes are now buried in dirt.
From the ashes of your old self flourishes a brand new man.
Now can you see you’ve got a place to be?
Just take a step and don’t be afraid of…
looking at the past, you got over it with all your strength
and keep the memories of the things that you held dear.
The journey is just beginning, a yellow brick road for your feet.
The treasure of this life is not the money, it is the time
you must never forget any past experiences.
Use them to become what you want
the foundations to build a human
with the bad and good sides.
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Here I am, on this road where I don’t walk alone,
where I feel like I’m strong.
You brought me down; I thought I was your clown
but after some mistakes I saw it was all fake.
Now I can see I was so weak.
I used to think I couldn’t live my life without you in it,
that in this life we come in pairs but I was lying to myself
and looking for a soul mate I forgot everything else.
Thanks I got tired of the game and saw that in the end…
Out there I’ll be what I wanna be, someone of whom I feel
proud of, for the choices made, for not feeling regret.
No time to lose with burdens, with loves that move at a slow pace.
The moment’s now, tomorrow‘s always far too late,
like yesterday, it was right there but a past tense is all that’s left.
At first I felt like I was drowning in my own depression.
I was enslaved by my own freedom and I couldn’t care less.
One morning when I woke up that feeling was all gone.
No more feeling alone.
All the past mistakes were strokes of fate,
nothing was in vain. lessons will be learnt.
“A day late and a dollar short” defined me well some years ago.
I shook off the callowness following me like a pest.
I caught the tiger by the tail.
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10. |
Your rhythm
04:58
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Your mane of hair floating in the air,
your eyes trying to hypnotize me with a single glare,
the boiling sweat on your skin was shining like a ray...
I felt like I'd lost my breath but you weren’t on your way.
Your mouth was humming the spell that now I’m under.
Your voice, still in my head, sounds like a thunder.
The melody of your smile just makes me wonder:
after this, are you gonna leave?
‘Cause your hips and my lips move along
when you lead with the beat of your song.
Your body is a throne, firebrand of a revolution.
Your will can overthrow any king.
Your rhythm is my soul.
Your face is glittering like the sun,
illuminating a body created by a God
while your fingers play my heart so fast…
The keys, for sure, are tearing up.
I embrace your waist, I’m following the stave
and your nails are the pick and my back the guitar.
You set the pace while driving me so mad.
What to do to keep you mine?
So while this fugue reaches its own end
the tonalities of our hearts are different again.
This is the coda that sets the final of the play.
No more bars were played that day,
with the cadence came the rest.
So before leaving you looked in my direction
as if you were trying to show me your perfection.
You already knew you’d become my only obsession.
After this, how am I gonna live?
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11. |
The losing end
04:58
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There’s a parade. Can you see the things it is composed of
are those that remind you of the issues that you left undone?
All the wishes are now waving goodbye,
making their farewells while leaving for a foreign land.
Why can’t you see the dreams defect just because you still don’t care?
They tried to make a man ‘til the bitter end.
Apathy is trying to subdue the yearnings,
gloom is now repressing all the happy endings,
melancholy’s will is to forfeit the cravings
with no mending.
Remorse is a toll that no one evades in this life.
According to your choices you can make a difference in price.
The fare of the passage gets more expensive with time
so trade all your feelings when they are willing to buy.
Love the ones you love, live the life you live,
don't put off what you're meant to do now.
Hold on to your voice, say the things you think,
try again when you feel like giving up.
It is better late than never.
Take the risk and raise the wager
A demonstration’s right there of things you know damn well,
protesting for your sake with furious yells.
Desire’s shouting out loud, encouraging the crowd
while empathy’s no longer around.
With the banners come the times you never dared to speak,
they’re followed by the times you didn't try to accomplish all your plans.
Can you see the love you felt but never gave a chance?
She’s right there; she’s holding hands with her new lover.
To fill the void of the senses you hide yourself in pretenses
instead of facing the things that you always prevent.
Despite the fact that you’re restless you want to afford all the expenses
of being alone on the world so no one breaks your heart.
All your emotions have been dispersed
and all that is left is intense regret.
It was time to clean all the mess they made
but there’s no way you may forget
‘cause in the distance there’s a child that’s full of life and will to fight.
You couldn't help but ask yourself what you had done to
be the man standing there, just waiting on the losing end.
While looking for something to blame you missed that final train.
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12. |
Dissideō
04:44
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There is a boundary line set by prejudice.
A long time will it take for a man to leave the ranks
and leave behind settlements,
discerning left from right, good from bad.
Once the street is fighting for survival
there’s no need to weep, to choose a side, to stand your ground
‘cause in the end fire consumes everything that’s in its way.
A will to blaze!
Since the sea can't atone for the sins of the shore with the undertow,
it keeps washing the sand with the hope
that someday there'll be no beach.
Since the sky can't make amends, the rain keeps on cleaning the floor
of the world that was dirtied by words, by the lies of the pretentious.
Wolves in sheep’s clothing gather ‘round here.
There’s no acting that can hide that blood thirst.
They are moths clinging to light,
wicked vampires sucking out your life your lifespan
Deep inside, the “darkness” and the “light”
were born at the same time
but one of them gets stronger as time goes by
and none of them are willing to stop the fight.
Who'll fall? Who'll rise?
On the edge, this fight cannot keep living.
A man on a ledge, deciding whether to stay safe or take a leap of faith
to prove that all those rumors were as good as fake.
Fear in his face.
I am different. I’m dissimilar. I am so unlike. I’m at variance.
I am different. I just sit apart but indeed I am.
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Black Daniel's Popcorn Makers Madrid, Spain
Daniel del Álamo -
Vocals
Carlos Olcina -
Guitar
Pablo "la rubia" -
Guitar
Guillermo Natividad
Drums
Álvaro "Coleti" -
Bass
Javier Casado -
Keyboards
Álvaro "Peri" -
Sax
Víctor Muñoz -
Trombone
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